Wish I could call myself Uppity woman, but she's already a legend in the blogosphere. I don't want trouble, but I also don't want anybody to suppose for a second that I'm prepared to eat it when others assert that they're "more equal" than I because of gender, race or education. In this economy, money no longer impresses me. How do you handle debt?
JETS Fans Re-Enact a T.J. Houshmandzadeh, LenDale White and Mayor Gordon?
We'll observe what would have been Myron Cope's 82nd birthday at Sunday's game, and, What the heck, we'll probably do that twirl wave thing. A lotta beers and a lotta tears in them towels. Kids from New York don't understand about the towell. It was a fun thing for them. But as the video plays for the Steeler Nation, Gang Green is enveloped in a membrane of ever-tightening pressure that you wouldn't wish on anybody.
We don't imply that there's a threat, not even a curse,... uh, not really. But, Jets Fans, uh, ... that towel wasn't meant for the gutter, not supposed to suffer an episode of abuse on camera on the world wide web for anybody to see! We get old, we know. But, come on... how can you hate the Steelers and expect everybody to love the Yankees? Same story,...the business. Point being, the Towel isn't an NFL thing or even a Pittsburgh Steeler thing. It's "Myron Cope's." We just smile, they're just kids, after all. But that don't change the probable "thing" it brings. We're notsorry that happened. It bears affirming. And each generation learns. I like the shade of green the Jets wear. I loved Broadway Joe from this neck of the woods. Joe said he could, he would and ... ok; he did. That was bravado. He was a little bit lucky - we don't discount luck. And, not for anything; we don't discount disrespect for the Terrible Towel. We watch these clips and just shake our heads. There's always doubters.
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